Page 30 of Safe and Sound

“How chivalrous of you to give them space.”

“It’s more about not wanting to be traumatized seeing my sister-in-law naked,” he replied with a shudder.

“Is she not your type or something?”

He scowled. “Fuck no. She’s like a sister to me. I can’t even be in the same room when she’s breastfeeding. It’s just too fucking weird.”

With a roll of my eyes, I countered, “You men get so freaked out about breasts when they’re doing their natural function, yet you’re totally fine with them being sexualized.”

“Damn straight.”

“And here I thought you were different from most men,” I mused as I started across the room.

“Trust me, babe, I am.”

“Ugh, not the babe.”

“Not a fan, huh?”

“Nope.”

“I’ll remember that.” He then pointed to a door at the far end of the room. “Give me a second to get cleaned up.”

When I realized what he was referring to, both desire and mortification rocketed through me. “I’ll go after you.”

Dare shook his head. “I plan on cleaning you up myself.”

As my mouth dropped open in shock, he winked and then went to the bathroom. “What have you gotten yourself into, Aves?” I murmured to myself.

At the sound of the water coming on in the sink, I stepped over to the floor to ceiling window. Placing my hands on the glass, I leaned in for a better view. Everything looked so different from this angle. I could also see there were more uninhibited people like Dare and me. For a moment, I felt like I was watching a peepshow.

Turning my focus to others, I saw them peering up at the VIP. Some pointed. As I watched the people below me, a laugh bubbled from my lips.

Dare reappeared to cock his brows at me. “What’s funny?”

“I was just thinking how extreme this VIP section is.”

“And why is that funny?”

“Did you guys design it to where the so-called important people can sit up here like kings and queens looking out at all the peasants below?”

“For your information, this is supposed to beTír na nÓg, which is–”

“The land of eternal youth and beauty.”

Dare’s eyes popped wide in surprise. “You know Irish mythology?”

Giggling, I replied, “Actually, I knowTitanic.”

Dare’s brows furrowed. “Huh?”

“You know, so you know the movie Titanic?”

“Yeah?”

“Tír na nÓgis referenced in a pretty sad scene where a mother and her children are going to die.”

“While that’s fucking grim, that’s not the emotion we were going for when we were designing the club.”

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